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A/N: Prompt – Snippet. Because I felt like I needed a push.
Higurashi Kagome was many things. A child of the present, a messiah of the past, hope for the future – she had transcended the edges of time. Consequently, many epithets had been applied to her name. Some were flattering; others were the result of very bad public relations drawn from the reflected disgrace of travelling with a very dirty-mouthed half-demon, a bratty little kitsune, a leering monk and a raging feminist with hungry kitten attached.
She cast around desperately for a suitable word to convey her mood, and decided on 'certain'.
Because she was willing to bet two pints of a soul to a rotten tentacle that she had quite firmly dispatched that man to the underworld. If there had been enough of him left to dispatch by the time she was done with him, that is. She was less certain of her odds there, but willing to err on the side of caution and go with not very much.
Then what in the name of heaven, hell and a few other nasty places were those snippets of silk and a stray piece of fluff from a very unfashionable pelt, to say nothing of a sucker or two from a stubborn tentacle, doing in the living room proposing to take her off her family's hands over afternoon tea, for the love of all that was holy, including Kikyo, for good measure?
Perhaps 'hysterical' would be a better frame of mind to settle on, her brain suggested ever so helpfully.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, da- oh bugger it all, already, motherfucking hell in stinking arseholes, what the fuck is going the fuck on, in fuck's name!" she screeched, at the end of her tether.
"Peace, love and an engagement, darling," came the smooth, sardonic rejoinder of that man from the doorway.
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